The Works of the English Poets: MiltonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... hast intomb'd , And laft of all thy greedy felf confum'd , 10 Then long Eternity fhall greet our blifs With an individual kifs ; And Joy fhall overtake us as a flood , When every thing that is fincerely good And perfectly divine , 15 ...
... hast intomb'd , And laft of all thy greedy felf confum'd , 10 Then long Eternity fhall greet our blifs With an individual kifs ; And Joy fhall overtake us as a flood , When every thing that is fincerely good And perfectly divine , 15 ...
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... hast sung too late For my relief , yet hadft no reason why : Whether the Mufe , or Love call thee his mate , Both them I ferve , and of their train am I. II . Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honora L'herbofa val di Rheno , e il nobil ...
... hast sung too late For my relief , yet hadft no reason why : Whether the Mufe , or Love call thee his mate , Both them I ferve , and of their train am I. II . Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honora L'herbofa val di Rheno , e il nobil ...
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... hast set 10 In the pure firmament , then faith my heart , O what is man that thou remembrest yet , And think'ft upon him ; or of man begot , That him thou vifit'ft , and of him art found ? Scarce to be less than Gods , thou mad'ft his ...
... hast set 10 In the pure firmament , then faith my heart , O what is man that thou remembrest yet , And think'ft upon him ; or of man begot , That him thou vifit'ft , and of him art found ? Scarce to be less than Gods , thou mad'ft his ...
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... hast thou laid her hedges low , And broken down her fence , That all may pluck her , as they go , 35 40 45 50 With rudeft violence ? 13 The tufked boar out of the wood Up turns it by the roots , Wild beafts there brouze , and make their ...
... hast thou laid her hedges low , And broken down her fence , That all may pluck her , as they go , 35 40 45 50 With rudeft violence ? 13 The tufked boar out of the wood Up turns it by the roots , Wild beafts there brouze , and make their ...
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... hast remov'd , And fever'd from me far : They fly me now whom I have lov'd , And as in darkness are . Heb . Pra Concuffione . 55 60 65 70 . A Paraphrafe A Paraphrafe on PSAL . CXIV . This and the 214 MILTON'S POEM S.
... hast remov'd , And fever'd from me far : They fly me now whom I have lov'd , And as in darkness are . Heb . Pra Concuffione . 55 60 65 70 . A Paraphrafe A Paraphrafe on PSAL . CXIV . This and the 214 MILTON'S POEM S.
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Страница 97 - And frefh-blown rofes wafh'd in dew, Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Hafte thee, Nymph, and bring with thee 25 Jeft and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple fleek;
Страница 153 - corrupted clergy, then in their highth. YET once more, O ye Laurels, and once more Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never fere, I come to pluck your berries harfh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter conftraint, and fad occafion dear, Compels me to difturb your feafon
Страница 155 - hair ? Fame is the fpur that the clear fpi'rit doth raife 70 (That laft infirmity of noble mind) To fcorn delights, and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burft out into fudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th
Страница 154 - lov'd to hear our fong. But O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never muft return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods, and defert caves With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 40 And all their echoes mourn. The willows, and the hazel copfes green, Shall now no more be feen,
Страница 101 - With ftore of ladies, whofe bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear 125 In faffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feaft, and revelry, With
Страница 100 - Or if the earlier feafon lead To the tann'd haycock in the mead. 90 Sometimes with fecure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocond rebecs found To many a youth, and many a maid, 95 Dancing in the chequer'd fhade; And young and old come forth to play On a
Страница 154 - 25 Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her fultry horn, Battening our flocks with the frefh dews of night Oft till the ftar that rofe, at evening, bright, 30 Tow'ard Heav'n's defcent had flop'd his
Страница 177 - or moon, or ftar, throughout the year, 5 Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not .Againft Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but ftill bear up and fteer Right onward. What fupports me, doft thou afk ? The
Страница 101 - Lap me in foft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verfe, Such as the meeting foul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked fweetnefs long drawn out, 140 With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwifting all the chains that ty The hidden foul of harmony ; That Orpheus
Страница 104 - In her fweeteft, faddeft plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon .yoke, Gently o'er th' accuftom'd oak; 60 Sweet bird that fhunn'ft the noife of folly, Moft mufical, moft melancholy ! Thee, chauntrefs, oft, the woods among, I woo to hear thy